Waves Of Interior Storms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wailing into the darkness, guitars taking my heart into waves
of interior storms where I continue to drift about on the surface,
alone and thoughtful.

No longer wanting to wander earth, just feeling the loneliness
existing deeply within, desires burning a hole in my heart, un-
able to be sated or quenched again in this life.

Dejected, forlorn, knowing there's no one who will be here for
me, taking self out of the equation of this earthly life, no
longer wanting to live this nonexistence in throes of a love
that's no longer mine to cherish or treasure, now belonging to
death's side of this life forevermore.